Chapter 6 Blackstone Transaction What the other party meant was... that I was not qualified to ask about his identity? It should be like this. Even if it is the one you serve, you cannot call him by his name directly. That is not only disrespectful, but may also bring great danger to yourself. Yes, what he meant was that he couldn't pronounce the name of the adult behind him. The other party seemed to be at a much higher level than himself, and might even be the incarnation of a certain adult on earth! Thinking about it this way, it is no coincidence that the other party can touch and lick the black stone and escape from the dream of Black Skull Island unscathed. The other party can still sit here and chat with me calmly. It is very likely that he disdains my tricks, otherwise I would have gone crazy and died long ago. Thinking of this, Patrick trembled and moved his lips, and slowly spoke: "Well... well, may I ask, sir... which god did you call upon when you left Black Skull Island yesterday? Please tell me so that I can have an explanation." Liu Yonglu, who was sitting opposite, rolled his eyes. Which god? What a mess. No wonder he and that old lady are a couple. It turns out that there is something wrong with their brains. I performed crosstalk all night yesterday. Which god? My ancestor is not afraid of poverty. Is he a god? It is better not to mess with the ancestor, just make up a random character for him, one that specializes in killing toads, who is better? Yes, when I was a child, I watched Calabash Brothers and stepped on many toad spirits. Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu took out a notebook from his bag, drew a simple picture of Calabash Brothers and handed it over. Patrick took the painting with trembling hands and took a look at it. It showed a big-headed child wearing a waistcoat with his belly exposed, shorts and no shoes, with a small gourd on his head. "This god..." Patrick wanted to ask, but quickly shut up. What was wrong with him? Why did he start to develop an inappropriate curiosity about a god that he couldn't look directly at? This was very dangerous! "Ah, this is just one. There are seven of us gods, and the other six are almost the same. I'm too lazy to draw them for you."
"Seven..." Patrick looked at Liu Yonglu with fear. He knew that many gods had multiple incarnations in the world, and different summoning rituals would summon gods in different forms. The person in front of him actually knew the seven forms of this god. His understanding of this god was so profound. "Mr. Rich, that black stone..." Patrick clasped his hands nervously, pondered over his words, and finally mustered up the courage to continue: “That black stone is very important to us. Although we have other black stones, this slate is the key part of the document. I wonder... could you give it back to me first." Patrick looked up carefully and saw Liu Yonglu sitting cross-legged on the bed. He didn't mean to answer him, but sneered at him when he saw him looking at him. This laugh almost made his heart burst out, and he quickly added. "Of course, we won't take your Black Stone for nothing. We...we will compensate you accordingly." Compensation? Liu Yonglu was delighted. You want your things back, and you have to compensate me. You must be crazy. But how much should I ask him for... I bought a meal of salted hairtail for 2 pounds yesterday, so I should ask him for at least 50 pounds for this stone. Thinking of this, he slowly raised five fingers. Five ancient relics!? Patrick's heart trembled, and a wave of anger was about to spread, but he suppressed it as soon as it appeared, and hurriedly lowered his head, fearing that his fleeting expression of dissatisfaction just now would be discovered by Liu Yonglu. The person sitting opposite is a terrifying figure who is favored by God. If you make him angry, you will suffer a miserable end. Thinking of this, he forced a smile and raised his head slightly, holding up two fingers. One ancient relic could be exchanged for two items, which was already an unprecedented price. "What you said just now sounded very nice, why did you mention the price?" Liu Yonglu picked up the black stone from the table and tossed it into the air with a grin. "Um... I hope Mr. Richie understands." Patrick didn't know the other person's temper, so he didn't dare to say much. He just tried to force a sincere smile. "This number is fine if it's okay. If not, just give it to me now..." Liu Yonglu leaned forward and raised three fingers. Before he finished speaking, the fat man opposite immediately said: "Okay! Then... three items! But Mr. Richie, this is a serious matter and I need to go back and raise some money. Here is my business card." Three items? Three what? Gold bars or cucumbers? Why is it so hard to ask you to pay 30 pounds? Liu Yonglu was confused and had to take the business card. "Please leave the stone with me until you get your stuff. I will return the stone to you when I see the stuff."
Liu Yonglu felt that his current tone was a bit like the gangster tone he used to use in high school. "Of course, Mr. Richie. There will be a great ceremony at the beginning of next month in the Sabines Forest in Calder County. I invite you to watch the ceremony and we can complete the transaction then... Of course, if you are not free, I can come to see you." Money Forest... What a crappy name! Liu Yonglu waved his hand and was ready to send Patrick, who was sweating profusely, away. "Mr. Richie, I wonder if I can take this away..." Patrick pointed to the Calabash Brothers drawing by Richie. "Okay, take it with you and worship it. It works." …… The knocks on the door woke Liu Yonglu up from his nap. He looked at the clock on the wall and it was already two o'clock. "Mr. Richie, your phone is ringing." Old Frenson's voice came from outside the door. Hearing his shout, Liu Yonglu rolled out of bed, full of energy, just like when his mother called him to go to school for an exam in middle school. After going downstairs, Liu Yonglu took a deep breath and answered the phone. Another familiar female voice came from the phone. "Investigator Rich, how is the investigation into the strange things happening in Isaac's family going?" "Yesterday afternoon, after I met Isaac, I went straight to their house. The old lady was not very good at first, with a gloomy face. I talked her out of it and sang a song for her. The old lady laughed out loud and immediately ate several more bowls of bread in the evening... No, several more slices of black bread." There was a familiar silence on the other end of the line. "Agent Richie, please tell me everything that happened yesterday afternoon truthfully. I will make the corresponding records." In the Red Velvet Room, Oliver frowned and clamped the phone on his shoulder. He brought a typewriter and listened to Liu Yonglu's retelling while typing. As an operator, she didn't have to record word for word. In most cases, she would just answer the call and then slowly transcribe it. But Liu Yonglu's situation gave her a headache. She really couldn't imagine what kind of person Investigator Richie on the other end of the phone was. After typing, she took the paper off the top of the typewriter and handed it directly to the general manager next to her. "Agent Richie, you will continue to investigate Jenny tomorrow. Many of the suspicious points about her are very similar to several other incidents in Pormouth. You should..." "No need to gather around...the people are all gone..." Liu Yonglu knew that the truth would come out sooner or later, so he confessed quickly. "What do you mean?" "It's gone... It's impermanence, it's gone, it's gone, it's just like the old lady died..." "Dead! Jenny is dead! When?" "They said he died early yesterday morning. The neighbors all said it was a sudden illness. It had nothing to do with me." Oliver knew that the matter was of great importance and that she needed the Director to make another decision, so she prepared to hang up the phone. "Agent Ricky, we need to find other agents to help verify some details. I'll call you back later. I'm hanging up now." "Wait a minute... Sister, didn't you tell me yesterday to ask someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to call me? There's still no news." "I'll transfer the call to them now." Oliver rolled his eyes and pressed a button before hanging up.
"Chief, according to Investigator Rich's report, Ms. Jenny died early yesterday morning. I think we need to do further verification. If the information is accurate, we also need someone to handle the aftermath and final work." "Well, you arrange it first, and we'll talk about it after you've arranged it." At this time, the chief looked at the investigation report provided by Liu Yonglu with a serious expression. Oliver immediately contacted another investigator near Pormouth. After explaining the work, she turned to the chief and found that the chief was still reading the report, sometimes frowning in confusion, sometimes gasping for breath, and finally picked up a dictionary at hand to look it up. In the three years since he joined the Investigation Department, this was the first time Oliver saw the Director General with such a rich expression. "General, General!" "Oh, oh, I've finished it. I'll read it a few more times." The chief put down the dictionary and said, "From Investigator Rich's report, there is indeed something wrong with old Jenny. The black stone is likely to be an ancient relic." "That's what I saw, too. But Investigator Richie came into direct contact with it and even...bit it." "He is still alive and answering the phone." The chief said in an incredulous tone. "The agent in charge of verification will call us back later. If the situation is correct, Investigator Rich's response ability is simply... unbelievable." "Let's put this topic aside for now. What do you think about old Jenny's death?" "It must be related to Ricky. Maybe he did it accidentally, or more likely he deliberately concealed some of the investigation process." "It's pretty much what I thought. If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem... The investigation was successful, but this is not a good work habit." Oliver didn't dare to respond. The Special Incident Investigation Department was also divided into two factions. Chief Norman in front of him focused on investigation. His purpose was to ensure the safety of unrelated civilians as much as possible, so he seldom used extreme measures, but his disadvantage was that his efficiency was too low. Sir Gregory from the other faction was more radical. He advocated mobilizing the maximum violent resources within the department to nip such special incidents in the bud. This would be much more effective, but would often result in loss of personnel and civilian casualties. The two discussed it for a while until another investigator in charge of the aftermath called. “Chief, Agent Marquette has conducted a preliminary verification and Jenny did die at home last night. The specific cause of death needs further investigation. In the attic on the third floor of Jenny's house, agents found a specimen jar containing a frog-faced baby, which was presumably used by Jenny to complete a ritual. The Black Stone was not found at the scene, so it should be in Agent Rich's hands now." After briefly reporting on the work situation, Oliver waited for the chief's next arrangements. “Call Ricky later to verify some suspicious points. Then call the psychiatric assessment specialist and ask them to prepare a comprehensive psychiatric examination. Finally, please help me add Ricky Baldwin's name to the Blue Rose Project and put it on the waiting list." "Him? The Blue Rose Project!?" Oliver looked at the chief in disbelief. It's so lonely to play alone, please read and comment (End of this chapter)